Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. -Marcel Proust

Monday, 12 October 2009

Dear L

Dear L-

Where are you?

I thought you would be here by now.

I don't know why, but I imagined you coming in right at the date the doctor's predicted.

But here it is 8 days later and you seem completely happy in your watery world. I am so glad you are comfortable.

And I need to tell you we are really excited for you to come out.

Not just because I can barely waddle up the stairs. Or I can't wear any of my shoes any more. Or because I really want to drink red wine. Or because your grandparents are here now. Or even because I am tired of carrying you.

It may sound cliché, even to your young ears. But it is purely because of you, little boy.

We want to meet you. And show you the world. And take care of you. And see your little face and give you many cuddles and kisses. I am ready to be your mom and your dad is ready to be your dad.

me

American WI girl goes DC goes UK.
Happily wed to my English lad, living on a clean slate of a new career as a life coach and my real job of parenting 2 sweethearts. I am here to live on purpose and to speak my irreverent truth.